Claire Ward Novels & Stories

Lost and shaken, she stood dazed for a long moment, when suddenly her phone rang again. She picked up the phone and glanced at the screen. It was Claire. "Hello, Adora." "You’ve landed?" "Yes, I’m dropping my luggage at the hotel first, then I’ll head to the shop to check on the renovations. See you tonight." Claire was determined to treat her to dinner. "Alright, see you tonight. But Louis won’t be able to make it." "That’s fine, I know Dr. Walker is a busy man." The White-Coat Deity was sacred in all their hearts—a savior who battled death itself, always on the front lines of saving lives.

After a while, he finished talking, looked at me again, and frowned. "Why are you standing there? Come here," he commanded. I sighed. I smiled and walked towards him, swaying my hips. "I'm home, honey! I'm sorry, I thought you were busy, so I waited for you to finish talking on the phone," I said to him. I sat on his lap and touched his cheek. Claire told me that she's a sweet woman to her husband, even though he doesn't show any affection for her. My heart almost stopped beating when Liam looked at me with his sharp eyes. He didn't even touch my waist while I was sitting on his lap. He just stared at me as if he were disgusted.

A whiteboard stood in the corner, covered in scribbles — timelines, names, a photo of Daniel Harper circled in red. And standing beside it? The mechanic. Arms crossed. Jaw tight. But not alone. Across from him, hands in the pockets of a long coat, stood Claire. Not the Claire from the dorm. Not the quiet roommate (though some may think she is actually quiet) This was Claire Whitmore — Creative Director at The Grove Collective, Daniel’s office. The woman who had once smiled at Sophia with quiet disdain. Who had lingered too long in Daniel’s doorway. Who had once said, “He deserves someone who understands his world.”

A life where I'm not a wife, daughter, sister, bank, or dumpster. A life where I'm just Claire. Whoever that turns out to be.

Noah stammered, his scent souring with fear. “I invited her,” Chloe interrupted. Her crimson lipstick looked like fresh blood, and she had wrapped a matching silk ribbon into a perfect bow over the silver-blade scar on her wrist. At nearly six feet tall, she looked every bit the high-born Kinton heir. “Chloe, leave her out of our pack politics,” Noah hissed, trying to grab my hand. “Is this the Ryder Global mess hall, Noah? The meat looks exquisite,” I said, stepping back so his fingers missed my skin.

I asked calmly, hoping that she’d say yes. "I am certain that I'll be able to." she said, then I made a silent wish hoping that Bill’s theory was correct. "Alright, look at the following picture on my phone, swipe to your right until you recognize the person" I said and gave her my phone. I had gathered the picture of every female in the pack. Not wanting to wait for Lucy again. Claire swiped through the pictures on the phone uttering "no" on each one, with Nelson sitting on the other side of her. The first was Lucy Richards, then Maya Woods , then Nora Walker, Anna Perkins , then Jennifer Alvarez, then Zoe Wilson , then Eva Watkins

I looked perfect—like the kind of girl who had it all together…but deep inside, I was a mess. The graduation party was in a while, and I still hadn’t figured out what would happen tomorrow. “Addy!” Claire entered my room, holding up two purses. “Blue or pink?” she asked, spinning around in her white dress. Claire looked stunning, as always. Her blonde hair was in an elegant bun, and her dress made her look more like a fairy than a werewolf. But it wasn’t just her looks that made her stunning—it was everything about her. She was kind, funny, and, besides Alaric, had one of the purest hearts I had ever seen.

"Thank you so much for your time, Mrs. Wade!" Claire smiled wryly, and was about to turn and leave when the second day of the second month in the Oskian calendar reminded her of something. Turning back, she asked Stephen, "Actually, I have another question—I hope you can be honest with me, Mr. Thompson." "Feel free to ask, Mrs. Wade," Stephen promptly replied. Claire took a moment to gather her thoughts before saying, "There's this singer I really like: Quinn Golding. She's the only daughter of an important family in Eastcliff's elite circle, and never had a scandal even after she debuted in showbiz.

A smugful smile appeared on Claire's face as she smirked, "What's so special in that? She worked as a waitress before you married her. Of course, she would be good in these things." "After all, she worked at a five star restaurant where big names arrive everyday. She must have served all these people before." She added, her voice laced with arrogance. She intended to fill Harry's mind with disdain and disgust for Darcy. But, instead he looked down at her with a pair of eyes that showed 'One more word against my wife and I'll show you.' Claire clenched her hands angrily, but said nothing. She only wondered what was wrong with Harry today. Why was he ignoring her and seemed more worried about

He gazed at her and wondered what she was thinking for exclaiming so loudly. Claire scoffed and added. “Wow! Is there any other werewolf around me that I should know of? Turns out that everyone I thought was normal is actually half-human.” “Not the mayor.” The governor defended. Claire gazed at him in silence to hear what he had to say. “She used her abilities to serve the people and that was why she was chosen to be the mayor of Wizzletown.” “And her husband? I heard she was married but lost him.” Claire asked. In curiosity.